Kurapika has a visitor.
Warning: It has a kind of male/male relationship.
Don't bully me, okay?
Comments are soooo very welcome.
Hope you enjoy!
~the cat
On with the fic!
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A Visitor
by: the cat
Disclaimer: Please, I just like hunter x hunter. I
don't own the characters ... please don't sue me.
This is for my own amusement only.
Note: Err, I don't know very much about hxh, so,
forgive me if this contradicts with some things in the
series. Oops.
A knock on the door.
Skuwala looked through the peephole. There was a guy
with weird hair, weird makeup and weird clothes.
"Who is it?" Bashou asked, closing the door to Neon's
room.
Skuwala shrugged, "Some weird guy. Looks dangerous."
"He has a calm heart." Senritsu added. "But with
anticipation."
Bashou and Skuwala exchanged glances. They were not
sure if that equals good or bad.
Seeing that they would not do anything, Senritsu
opened the door.
"Welcome, who would you like to see?"
The man stared at her rudely, with a slight sneer at
his thin lips. "The doorwoman, eh? I'm here to see
Kurapika."
Bashou had bad feelings about this guy. "For what
purpose?"
"Just tell him, Hisoka is here." Hisoka didn't answer
him.
The three exchanged glances. Finally, Senritsu said,
"I'll tell him that."
She went to the door of Kurapika's room. She knocked
lightly.
"Come in." a low, somber voice said.
"Kurapika, there is a man named Hisoka who wants to
talk to you."
Kurapika nodded, "I will see him." He stood up from
his chair and walked past Senritsu.
"Strange." Senritsu told herself, "For a moment there
..."
Hisoka had an aura. A powerful one. Bashou wondered
if they would have to force him out...
"Why are you here?"
Kurapika was at the doorway. He was looking at Hisoka
with a blank stare, both guarded and open.
Hisoka smiled, "Is that the way to greet a friend?"
"Are we..." Kurapika muttered.
"The truth is, I have something delicate to tell you.
Perhaps a more private place?" Hisoka smiled, eyeing
the blond.
Kurapika turned around, "Follow me."
"With intimate pleasure." The words rolled out of his
tongue.
*****
Once they were inside, Skuwala said, "I don't trust
that guy."
"Me too." Bashou said, "He looks ... feels ...
Anyway, I wonder what they are talking about. I hope
Kurapika is not really friends with him."
Skuwala grinned, then lowered his voice, "Do you want
to listen in?"
"That would be rude ..."
"But it would be an accident! We just happen to have
someone with really sharp ears..." They both turned to
Senritsu.
Senritsu shrugged, "I'm willing to do it."
"I'll try to peep through the doorknob." Bashou
volunteered.
So it was settled, they grouped at Kurapika's door.
Senritsu listened, Bashou peeped and Skuwala bit his
nails.
*****
They were playing cards by that time.
"I win." Hisoka grinned. "Once more, Kurapika?"
Kurapika shrugged. "What do you really want to do?
Did you just want to play cards?"
"I know. Why don't we make this sweeter? If I win,
you do what I want, within reason. If you win, I do
what you want, within reason."
Kurapika looked at him blankly. "Okay."
Hisoka shivered. Those dark eyes really turned him
on. Of course, the raw innocence of his real eyes is
sexy, too. The red eyes ... what can he say? It was
pure ... purely a turn-on.
Of course, he won. It was his turf ... card games.
"What about that? I won, Kurapika ... my dear." He
liked that sound of that from his lips. He really
liked. Really, really liked.
Kurapika blinked. He knew that Hisoka was cheating
anyway. He started to stand up-
"Wait, Kurapika. You are my slave for now."
"Oh?" Kurapika raised an eyebrow. He was of course
aware of this ...
"Kurapika, I want you to kiss me. Not a chaste one,
but a real kiss, with tongue. On the lips of course."
Kurapika thought about it. He looked at Hisoka. He
didn't really know how to kiss, of course. He would
just have to fake it.
He went towards Hisoka and started to bend for his
grinning mouth.
"Closer, Kurapika." Hisoka got his hips and forced
Kurapika to sit on his lap.
"Hiso-" Kurapika was about to protest, when Hisoka
grabbed his lips for a kiss.
For a long kiss.
Really long kiss.
All the while, with Hisoka's hands caressing his hair
and back.
"Hug me, Kurapika." Hisoka whispered.
Mechanically, Kurapika wrapped his hands around
Hisoka's neck.
"You're so beautiful and innocent." Hisoka whispered,
kissing Kurapika's stoic face.
Kurapika was lost in thought. He knew this was ...
well, not really bad, but something he didn't want.
However, the truth is ... he just didn't care anymore.
Let Hisoka do what he wants.
This went on for a while. (but nothing x-rated
folks!)
*****
"It's getting hot." Bashou reported.
Skuwala whined, "I want to see!"
Bashou grinned, "Basically, Hisoka is wrapping himself
around the nonmoving Kurapika."
"Why doesn't he push him away?" Senritsu thought
aloud. "Kurapika's heartbeat does not like this."
"Getting jealous, eh?" Bashou nudged Senritsu.
"Kurapika is definitely a babe, don't you think?"
Senritsu tried to still her heart. She was blushing,
and her heart and head were screaming, Yes! You like
the beautiful boy!
"She's blushing!" Skuwala grinned. "Do you wish you
were there, in Hisoka's place?"
Yes, her mind said. "Shut up, Skuwala."
Bashou nodded, "He is a beautiful thing to behold.
Cold but beautiful. I wouldn't mind holding him ..."
Skuwala stared at him. "Hmm, I guess, even if he is
the most powerful of us, he is still the frailest to
look at. He looks like a girl!"
"Does he?" Senritsu asked.
Bashou looked at her thoughtfully, "Do you like
Kurapika, as in ... sexually?"
Senritsu thought about lying for one second ... but
... "I guess ... Not that I have a chance. I mean,
look at me. I'm so ugly."
Skuwala snorted, "I think Kurapika is a real deep guy
you know. He's not as shallow as others."
Still, Senritsu knew that she's not ... worthy of
Kurapika's beautifully innocent mind.
"Why are we letting Hisoka do this?" Senritsu asked
them.
"What do you mean? He ain't resisting." Bashou
interjected.
"He doesn't like it." Senritsu said decisively.
"How can you tell? His heartbeat?" Skuwala asked.
"Yes. It is distant. Maybe, he just doesn't care but
..."
"You do." Bashou finished for her.
Senritsu blushed and nodded.
*****
At that point, Kurapika was lying down, fully clothed,
on his bed.
Hisoka was nibbling his ear, and his hands were under
Kurapika's' shirt, exploring the smooth, ivory skin.
"Isn't this fun?" Hisoka giggled.
Kurapika shrugged.
"You want your friends outside to join?" Hisoka
whispered. "I won't like sharing you, doll."
Kurapika grimaced, "I am not a doll, Hisoka. Get off
me. I'm sure you know they're watching."
"Yes, and the ugly girl wants you. Actually, they all
do. You're the epitome of beauty after all, sweet."
Hisoka went on to his neck.
Kurapika froze. He didn't like this one bit. "Get
off me."
Hisoka hesitated, but he knew he must follow, "It was
too good to be true anyway." He got off the boy and
smiled, "One day, we'll go all the way."
Kurapika glared at him. Then, he turned at the door.
"Come in you three."
*****
The three froze.
"What do we do?" Skuwala asked.
Bashou shrugged, "They know."
"They knew all the while." Senritsu whispered.
They entered Kurapika's room, where the two were lying
down on the bed.
"Enjoyed the show?" Hisoka grinned.
Senritsu bowed her head, "We didn't mean to spy."
"It's okay. I love being envied." Hisoka smiled a
knowing grin.
Senritsu looked at Kurapika, who was looking at her.
He nodded, and she relaxed.
Do I like him? He is definitely the first one to make
these emotions go up to the surface. Not just his
body ... which leaves little to be wanted ... but also
his intellect.
The only thing left is the personality.
Kurapika is hiding. His persona is hidden in the
shroud of revenge.
Senritsu shivered. What were these two's
relationship? Not ... that, she hoped. No,
Kurapika's heart is a virgin.
She broke out of her stupor with the loud words of
Bashou.
"Why are you so eager to get in his bed?"
"Because we belong together." Hisoka said blandly. He
reached for Kurapika, but he was pushed aside as
Kurapika stood up.
"There is nothing between us but a mutual
understanding." Kurapika stated blankly.
"Kurapika ..." Senritsu whispered.
"You ... you like him don't you?" Hisoka looked at
her.
"I guess."
"You love a stone." Hisoka snickered.
"Leave." Kurapika said ... with anger. "You are
overreaching yourself."
"As you wish." Hisoka stood up and bowed. He walked
over to Kurapika. "I will possess your beautiful
body, Kurapika."
"Leave."
Hisoka nodded. "Oh, I almost forgot. Read this."
He handed over a card with something scribbled on it.
Kurapika took it and read it. "I'll be seeing you
then."
"Yes."
As Hisoka walked towards the door, he turned to
Senritsu and said, "Can you hear my heart?"
Senritsu blinked, how could he know that she could ?
"I hear your desire to kill and conquer."
Hisoka nodded. "That's true."
Then, he left.
*****
"Is that person really your friend?" Bashou
"Why did you let him touch you?" Skuwala
"?" Senritsu
Kurapika glanced at them, "He is my connection to
another world."
"What do you mean?" Bashou asked.
"To know more means danger." Kurapika warned them. He
turned around, "Please don't ask any more questions.
Simply accept that he is not a threat. He and I are
associates in a dark world, a world of vengeance."
He turned his head and looked them at the face, one by
one.
"Do you understand?"
Senritsu shivered, his eyes ? and his heartbeat. They
are like Hisoka's.
The three nodded at Kurapika's question.
"Good."
The three left the room.
*****
"Do you trust Kurapika?" Bashou asked them as they
went down the hallway.
"Well, he's strong?" Skuwala trailed off. "I don't
know about his personality. Either he's polite and
aloof or cold-blooded. He's really smart."
Senritsu glanced at the distance. "He has a good
heart. I can tell. However, he carries a terrible
burden. A burden that eats him. I trust him ? but,
if I come between his goals ? I don't think I will
have long to live."
"I think that way too." Bashou agreed.
"I really don't like that visitor." Skuwala said, out
of the blue.
"I just wish we knew more about him." Senritsu mused.
"Who knows? If he is Kurapika's friend, maybe he is a
nice person. You never know."
"You're such an optimist." Bashou chuckled. "We'll
ask him the next time he comes."
"If there is a next time." Senritsu mumbled.
*****
Luckily, or unluckily ?
*****
"I am here to see Kurapika."
It was Hisoka, again. Instead of the clown-inspired
suit, he is wearing a suit. It was tan, he looked
almost humane.
"What do you really want with Kurapika?" Bashou asked,
roughly, stepping forward, hoping to intimidate the
man.
"Kurapika?" Hisoka smiled cruelly, "Are you jealous of
our close relationship? Well, to tantalize you, I
will say this. He and I have a very special
relationship. I help him, he helps me. However ?
what do I want? I want his body, to be sure, but
there is something deeper in my desire. I want to be
acknowledged by that beautiful boy."
"You don't love him." Senritsu said flatly.
"Love? That is a child's idea! A lie." Hisoka
laughed. "There is desire and companionship. That is
enough."
"We think you are bad for him." Bashou interjected.
"Am I? Maybe ? however, he should be smart enough to
back off, right? Besides, I have something he wants.
I wouldn't block my way if I were you."
"Tell us what he wants from you." Skuwala demanded.
"Stop that and let him in." Kurapika suddenly said.
They all turned to see Kurapika in a formal, black
suit.
"We are going out." Hisoka explained.
"Where are you going?" Senritsu said, quietly, looking
at the blank eyes of their leader.
"We are going out to have a look around the city."
Hisoka grinned. "Jealous?"
Kurapika looked at them with somber eyes, "I am going
out for the night. Don't stay up for me. I'll
probably arrive in the morning."
"But?" Senritsu wondered what they're going to do.
Kurapika softened his eyes, "Don't worry. I can take
care of myself."
"But ? we think he takes advantage of you!" Skuwala
managed to blurt out.
"Does he?" Kurapika muttered, "It is nothing to worry
about." he told them.
"Good bye." He stepped out, with Hisoka smirking at
them.
*****
"Weren't you harsh on them?" Hisoka smirked over his
wine glass.
"This is none of their business." Kurapika said
coldly. "So, what do you have to say?"
"Are you aware ? that the spider has a very evil plan
in store for the coming auction? The red eyes are, of
course, included." Hisoka wet his lips with his
tongue.
Kurapika shrugged, "I have thought about that. How
can I get it back for my employer?"
Hisoka frowned, "I don't really know? he left a memo
for me saying what I'm going to do and others?"
"Well, what did it say?"
"I left it at home ? would you like to come over?"
Hisoka smiled suggestively. He definitely liked the
idea of Kurapika at his place ? on his bed, with no
clothes, looking incredibly sexy.
"Don't play games with me, Hisoka." Kurapika said in a
hard voice.
It just made Hisoka desire him more. It was time to
give in to this angel, for a price of course.
"Okay, I'll tell you, but ? you have to tell something
in return."
"What do you want to know?"
"Do you like that girl, Senritsu?"
Kurapika stared at him. "Where did you get that
idea?"
"I know she likes you. You know she likes you. The
question is do you like her?" Hisoka grinned. It was
time for the closed boy to open his thoughts.
"Do I? I ? think she is better than most women. She
is sensitive and strong in what she believes in.
However, in the sexual manner ? I cannot think about
it. She is a friend." Kurapika managed to say, after
some thought.
"Well said." Hisoka clapped. "Now, I'll give you a
little clue. The red eyes that you might eventually
own might be a forgery if all turns out well. Do not
be fooled by the violence that seems to come your way.
I will not be personally involved ?"
"Death to the spider." Kurapika mumbled. "That's nice
to hear. What will Quoll do?"
"He is worried over the problem you show yourself to
be, my dear." Hisoka drawled. "He wants your power ?
or your corpse."
"And I will give them an early grave." Kurapika smiled
a killer's smile, not a smile of an innocent boy.
Hisoka smiled, "Let us toast to the grave where we
will spit on. May we cover them in dust and blood."
Kurapika nodded, "May we torture them until they
experience a hundred deaths."
They clinked their goblets and drank to their wishes,
to their partnership.
To others, they looked like business partners, having
an amiable meeting.
To others, they looked like lovers.
To others, they looked like an innocent boy and a man
who wants to take advantage of youth.
To them, they were Kurapika and Hisoka. And that
explained everything.
*****
Kurapika closed his eyes. He was in Hisoka's house.
Not without his consent.
Hisoka observed the boy, "What are you doing?"
"Remembering the dead."
"Cheerful."
After an hour of Hisoka building a pyramid and of
Kurapika meditating, Kurapika opened his eyes.
"Hisoka?"
"Yes?" Hisoka whispered, laying the last card on the
pile.
"Do you desire me?"
Hisoka turned, surprised at the question, "I suppose.
Why do you ask?"
Kurapika shrugged, "I remembered Senritsu."
"Oh." Hisoka turned back to his pyramid. He got
another deck and prepared to make the pyramid a bigger
one.
"Hisoka, why do you desire me?"
"Kurapika, Kurapika." Hisoka looked at him, "You are
truly innocent in this. Why do I breathe? Because I
have to. Air is something I must take in. Why do I
want you? Because I have to. Not desiring someone as
desirable as you is insanity. You are everything that
anyone could ask for, beauty and brains. I want you
in the worst way possible."
"What about love?"
Hisoka laughed, "Why, Kurapika, are you growing a
soul? Love is a myth, for the hopeless. I cannot say
I love you, however if I have to say that I love
someone, then it would be you. I care for you is
enough deepness for me."
Hisoka stood up, "You are acting strange. Is it that
girl?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know, either. However, love is something
that people can't afford."
"Why?"
"Because ? love, like everything in this world, is
just a pawn. Someone says he loves you, then he has
power over you." Hisoka sighed, "Why are we having
this conversation? This is unlike you, my innocent."
"I don't know." Kurapika sighed. "I am going to
sleep."
"Youth." Hisoka snorted. "Do you want me to sleep
with you?"
"Do what you want." Kurapika said. "I'm sleeping at
the spare bedroom, okay?"
"Do what I want?" Hisoka smiled, "Dangerous words,
Kurapika. I will do what I want."
Then, he stood up and walked over to the blond. "Let
me carry you to the master's bedroom."
*****
A naked boy on the blankets is a very good thing to
wake up to.
Hisoka, who was naked himself, stretched and walked to
his camera. It took one thousand pictures of Kurapika
in the course of the night. Good.
"What will you do with them?" Kurapika asked.
Hisoka offered a rare sincere smile. "I will post
them on my wall. Adds to my collection."
"Just don't show them to anyone." Kurapika muttered.
"Of course not. I wouldn't do that." Hisoka said,
with some indignance.
Kurapika rolled in the sheets. "Umm ? nice room."
"Like the design?"
The design was Kurapika. There were a lot of Kurapika
posters and pictures ? from the hunter exam to last
night's. Some were decent while some weren't.
"What do you do with these?" Kurapika gestured at the
walls.
"I just admire them and caress them, wishing they were
really you, sweet."
Kurapika nodded. Then, he stood up. "I have to go
back. I have a job."
Hisoka nodded, "Of course you do, so do I. When would
you like to meet again?"
"Call me if you have any news." Kurapika said, getting
dressed in casual clothes from Hisoka's closet.
"See you, then. Tell your friends I said hi."
Kurapika shrugged.
Hisoka watched his retreating back. Such a beautiful
boy. Such an aloof boy.
*****
"Where did you get those clothes?" Bashou asked,
eyeing the baggy clothes on their leader.
"From Hisoka." Kurapika grunted, closing the door.
"I have a question." Skuwala said, "Did you sleep with
him?"
Kurapika thought for a while, "What do you mean,
sleep?"
Bashou snorted, "You know, had sex."
"No."
"You said the truth." Senritsu said. "What did you
do?"
"Slept."
Bashou nodded, "Oookay ? what did Hisoka do?"
Kurapika shrugged. "I think he took pictures."
"Of you?" Skuwala's eyes widened, "Is he a
photographer?"
"I would like to see those pictures." Senritsu eyed
Kurapika.
"If he would let you."
Bashou was very suspicious of this, "Did you have
clothes?"
"In some."
Skuwala and Senritsu choked in their saliva.
"What!!!??? You posed naked for that pervert?"
Skuwala practically shouted.
Kurapika shrugged, "It doesn't matter."
"Why?" Senritsu finally shouted. "Why don't you care?
I know you think more about death and vengeance, but
what about your life? Why don't you care?"
Kurapika looked at her blankly, "Why are you
shouting?"
Senritsu was so flustered ? "Because ? I care about
you, even if you think you don't matter. You're my
friend. I think Hisoka is just taking advantage of
you. You are so pretty that he can't help but play
with you."
"Oh." Kurapika said flatly. "Are you jealous?"
"Yes! But that is not the issue. The fact that you
are being defiled is!"
Kurapika closed his eyes and thought of Gon, Killua
and Leorio. They were his friends ? strange as the
thought is. He can just imagine their words?
"Hey! Are you listening?" Bashou shook his shoulders.
Kurapika opened his eyes and smiled. It was a sincere
smile that took their breath away. "Yes, I am
listening." He looked at them, at Bashou, a rough,
smart guy. He looked at Skuwala, a dependable person.
He looked at Senritsu, a sensitive, nice girl.
"Thank you for caring. I can take care of myself,
though, and I trust Hisoka."
He stood up and hugged each of them. At Senritsu's
turn, her heart beat so loudly, her ears almost hurt.
He smelled so good ?
"Thank you, Senritsu." Kurapika said, kissing her
forehead.
She blushed. "You're welcome, Kurapika. We're
friends, right?"
Kurapika smiled again, "Yes." He straightened
himself, "Is Miss Neon awake?"
"I guess not." Skuwala mumbled. "That brat likes
sleeping until noon."
Kurapika nodded, "I'll check in on her." Then, he
left.
*****
"What do you think?" Bashou asked the two.
Senritsu shrugged, "I don't know, however, I hope he
doesn't let Hisoka take pictures of him again."
Skuwala nodded, "But I wouldn't mind seeing them. I
bet he looks really sexy and innocent."
Bashou nodded, "I guess, but I guess Hisoka will just
hide them for himself. ? Not that I want to see it."
"Sure." Skuwala smiled.
"I like his smile." Senritsu added. "When he smiles,
the world is okay."
Yes. I love his smile, too.
***the end***
YES! Done! Really corny and weird. I love Kurapika
so much I hurt. It is so weird. I want him paired
with Leorio, Killua, Hisoka, and Senritsu! Anyway,
thanks for reading.
Warning: It has a kind of male/male relationship.
Don't bully me, okay?
Comments are soooo very welcome.
Hope you enjoy!
~the cat
On with the fic!
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A Visitor
by: the cat
Disclaimer: Please, I just like hunter x hunter. I
don't own the characters ... please don't sue me.
This is for my own amusement only.
Note: Err, I don't know very much about hxh, so,
forgive me if this contradicts with some things in the
series. Oops.
A knock on the door.
Skuwala looked through the peephole. There was a guy
with weird hair, weird makeup and weird clothes.
"Who is it?" Bashou asked, closing the door to Neon's
room.
Skuwala shrugged, "Some weird guy. Looks dangerous."
"He has a calm heart." Senritsu added. "But with
anticipation."
Bashou and Skuwala exchanged glances. They were not
sure if that equals good or bad.
Seeing that they would not do anything, Senritsu
opened the door.
"Welcome, who would you like to see?"
The man stared at her rudely, with a slight sneer at
his thin lips. "The doorwoman, eh? I'm here to see
Kurapika."
Bashou had bad feelings about this guy. "For what
purpose?"
"Just tell him, Hisoka is here." Hisoka didn't answer
him.
The three exchanged glances. Finally, Senritsu said,
"I'll tell him that."
She went to the door of Kurapika's room. She knocked
lightly.
"Come in." a low, somber voice said.
"Kurapika, there is a man named Hisoka who wants to
talk to you."
Kurapika nodded, "I will see him." He stood up from
his chair and walked past Senritsu.
"Strange." Senritsu told herself, "For a moment there
..."
Hisoka had an aura. A powerful one. Bashou wondered
if they would have to force him out...
"Why are you here?"
Kurapika was at the doorway. He was looking at Hisoka
with a blank stare, both guarded and open.
Hisoka smiled, "Is that the way to greet a friend?"
"Are we..." Kurapika muttered.
"The truth is, I have something delicate to tell you.
Perhaps a more private place?" Hisoka smiled, eyeing
the blond.
Kurapika turned around, "Follow me."
"With intimate pleasure." The words rolled out of his
tongue.
*****
Once they were inside, Skuwala said, "I don't trust
that guy."
"Me too." Bashou said, "He looks ... feels ...
Anyway, I wonder what they are talking about. I hope
Kurapika is not really friends with him."
Skuwala grinned, then lowered his voice, "Do you want
to listen in?"
"That would be rude ..."
"But it would be an accident! We just happen to have
someone with really sharp ears..." They both turned to
Senritsu.
Senritsu shrugged, "I'm willing to do it."
"I'll try to peep through the doorknob." Bashou
volunteered.
So it was settled, they grouped at Kurapika's door.
Senritsu listened, Bashou peeped and Skuwala bit his
nails.
*****
They were playing cards by that time.
"I win." Hisoka grinned. "Once more, Kurapika?"
Kurapika shrugged. "What do you really want to do?
Did you just want to play cards?"
"I know. Why don't we make this sweeter? If I win,
you do what I want, within reason. If you win, I do
what you want, within reason."
Kurapika looked at him blankly. "Okay."
Hisoka shivered. Those dark eyes really turned him
on. Of course, the raw innocence of his real eyes is
sexy, too. The red eyes ... what can he say? It was
pure ... purely a turn-on.
Of course, he won. It was his turf ... card games.
"What about that? I won, Kurapika ... my dear." He
liked that sound of that from his lips. He really
liked. Really, really liked.
Kurapika blinked. He knew that Hisoka was cheating
anyway. He started to stand up-
"Wait, Kurapika. You are my slave for now."
"Oh?" Kurapika raised an eyebrow. He was of course
aware of this ...
"Kurapika, I want you to kiss me. Not a chaste one,
but a real kiss, with tongue. On the lips of course."
Kurapika thought about it. He looked at Hisoka. He
didn't really know how to kiss, of course. He would
just have to fake it.
He went towards Hisoka and started to bend for his
grinning mouth.
"Closer, Kurapika." Hisoka got his hips and forced
Kurapika to sit on his lap.
"Hiso-" Kurapika was about to protest, when Hisoka
grabbed his lips for a kiss.
For a long kiss.
Really long kiss.
All the while, with Hisoka's hands caressing his hair
and back.
"Hug me, Kurapika." Hisoka whispered.
Mechanically, Kurapika wrapped his hands around
Hisoka's neck.
"You're so beautiful and innocent." Hisoka whispered,
kissing Kurapika's stoic face.
Kurapika was lost in thought. He knew this was ...
well, not really bad, but something he didn't want.
However, the truth is ... he just didn't care anymore.
Let Hisoka do what he wants.
This went on for a while. (but nothing x-rated
folks!)
*****
"It's getting hot." Bashou reported.
Skuwala whined, "I want to see!"
Bashou grinned, "Basically, Hisoka is wrapping himself
around the nonmoving Kurapika."
"Why doesn't he push him away?" Senritsu thought
aloud. "Kurapika's heartbeat does not like this."
"Getting jealous, eh?" Bashou nudged Senritsu.
"Kurapika is definitely a babe, don't you think?"
Senritsu tried to still her heart. She was blushing,
and her heart and head were screaming, Yes! You like
the beautiful boy!
"She's blushing!" Skuwala grinned. "Do you wish you
were there, in Hisoka's place?"
Yes, her mind said. "Shut up, Skuwala."
Bashou nodded, "He is a beautiful thing to behold.
Cold but beautiful. I wouldn't mind holding him ..."
Skuwala stared at him. "Hmm, I guess, even if he is
the most powerful of us, he is still the frailest to
look at. He looks like a girl!"
"Does he?" Senritsu asked.
Bashou looked at her thoughtfully, "Do you like
Kurapika, as in ... sexually?"
Senritsu thought about lying for one second ... but
... "I guess ... Not that I have a chance. I mean,
look at me. I'm so ugly."
Skuwala snorted, "I think Kurapika is a real deep guy
you know. He's not as shallow as others."
Still, Senritsu knew that she's not ... worthy of
Kurapika's beautifully innocent mind.
"Why are we letting Hisoka do this?" Senritsu asked
them.
"What do you mean? He ain't resisting." Bashou
interjected.
"He doesn't like it." Senritsu said decisively.
"How can you tell? His heartbeat?" Skuwala asked.
"Yes. It is distant. Maybe, he just doesn't care but
..."
"You do." Bashou finished for her.
Senritsu blushed and nodded.
*****
At that point, Kurapika was lying down, fully clothed,
on his bed.
Hisoka was nibbling his ear, and his hands were under
Kurapika's' shirt, exploring the smooth, ivory skin.
"Isn't this fun?" Hisoka giggled.
Kurapika shrugged.
"You want your friends outside to join?" Hisoka
whispered. "I won't like sharing you, doll."
Kurapika grimaced, "I am not a doll, Hisoka. Get off
me. I'm sure you know they're watching."
"Yes, and the ugly girl wants you. Actually, they all
do. You're the epitome of beauty after all, sweet."
Hisoka went on to his neck.
Kurapika froze. He didn't like this one bit. "Get
off me."
Hisoka hesitated, but he knew he must follow, "It was
too good to be true anyway." He got off the boy and
smiled, "One day, we'll go all the way."
Kurapika glared at him. Then, he turned at the door.
"Come in you three."
*****
The three froze.
"What do we do?" Skuwala asked.
Bashou shrugged, "They know."
"They knew all the while." Senritsu whispered.
They entered Kurapika's room, where the two were lying
down on the bed.
"Enjoyed the show?" Hisoka grinned.
Senritsu bowed her head, "We didn't mean to spy."
"It's okay. I love being envied." Hisoka smiled a
knowing grin.
Senritsu looked at Kurapika, who was looking at her.
He nodded, and she relaxed.
Do I like him? He is definitely the first one to make
these emotions go up to the surface. Not just his
body ... which leaves little to be wanted ... but also
his intellect.
The only thing left is the personality.
Kurapika is hiding. His persona is hidden in the
shroud of revenge.
Senritsu shivered. What were these two's
relationship? Not ... that, she hoped. No,
Kurapika's heart is a virgin.
She broke out of her stupor with the loud words of
Bashou.
"Why are you so eager to get in his bed?"
"Because we belong together." Hisoka said blandly. He
reached for Kurapika, but he was pushed aside as
Kurapika stood up.
"There is nothing between us but a mutual
understanding." Kurapika stated blankly.
"Kurapika ..." Senritsu whispered.
"You ... you like him don't you?" Hisoka looked at
her.
"I guess."
"You love a stone." Hisoka snickered.
"Leave." Kurapika said ... with anger. "You are
overreaching yourself."
"As you wish." Hisoka stood up and bowed. He walked
over to Kurapika. "I will possess your beautiful
body, Kurapika."
"Leave."
Hisoka nodded. "Oh, I almost forgot. Read this."
He handed over a card with something scribbled on it.
Kurapika took it and read it. "I'll be seeing you
then."
"Yes."
As Hisoka walked towards the door, he turned to
Senritsu and said, "Can you hear my heart?"
Senritsu blinked, how could he know that she could ?
"I hear your desire to kill and conquer."
Hisoka nodded. "That's true."
Then, he left.
*****
"Is that person really your friend?" Bashou
"Why did you let him touch you?" Skuwala
"?" Senritsu
Kurapika glanced at them, "He is my connection to
another world."
"What do you mean?" Bashou asked.
"To know more means danger." Kurapika warned them. He
turned around, "Please don't ask any more questions.
Simply accept that he is not a threat. He and I are
associates in a dark world, a world of vengeance."
He turned his head and looked them at the face, one by
one.
"Do you understand?"
Senritsu shivered, his eyes ? and his heartbeat. They
are like Hisoka's.
The three nodded at Kurapika's question.
"Good."
The three left the room.
*****
"Do you trust Kurapika?" Bashou asked them as they
went down the hallway.
"Well, he's strong?" Skuwala trailed off. "I don't
know about his personality. Either he's polite and
aloof or cold-blooded. He's really smart."
Senritsu glanced at the distance. "He has a good
heart. I can tell. However, he carries a terrible
burden. A burden that eats him. I trust him ? but,
if I come between his goals ? I don't think I will
have long to live."
"I think that way too." Bashou agreed.
"I really don't like that visitor." Skuwala said, out
of the blue.
"I just wish we knew more about him." Senritsu mused.
"Who knows? If he is Kurapika's friend, maybe he is a
nice person. You never know."
"You're such an optimist." Bashou chuckled. "We'll
ask him the next time he comes."
"If there is a next time." Senritsu mumbled.
*****
Luckily, or unluckily ?
*****
"I am here to see Kurapika."
It was Hisoka, again. Instead of the clown-inspired
suit, he is wearing a suit. It was tan, he looked
almost humane.
"What do you really want with Kurapika?" Bashou asked,
roughly, stepping forward, hoping to intimidate the
man.
"Kurapika?" Hisoka smiled cruelly, "Are you jealous of
our close relationship? Well, to tantalize you, I
will say this. He and I have a very special
relationship. I help him, he helps me. However ?
what do I want? I want his body, to be sure, but
there is something deeper in my desire. I want to be
acknowledged by that beautiful boy."
"You don't love him." Senritsu said flatly.
"Love? That is a child's idea! A lie." Hisoka
laughed. "There is desire and companionship. That is
enough."
"We think you are bad for him." Bashou interjected.
"Am I? Maybe ? however, he should be smart enough to
back off, right? Besides, I have something he wants.
I wouldn't block my way if I were you."
"Tell us what he wants from you." Skuwala demanded.
"Stop that and let him in." Kurapika suddenly said.
They all turned to see Kurapika in a formal, black
suit.
"We are going out." Hisoka explained.
"Where are you going?" Senritsu said, quietly, looking
at the blank eyes of their leader.
"We are going out to have a look around the city."
Hisoka grinned. "Jealous?"
Kurapika looked at them with somber eyes, "I am going
out for the night. Don't stay up for me. I'll
probably arrive in the morning."
"But?" Senritsu wondered what they're going to do.
Kurapika softened his eyes, "Don't worry. I can take
care of myself."
"But ? we think he takes advantage of you!" Skuwala
managed to blurt out.
"Does he?" Kurapika muttered, "It is nothing to worry
about." he told them.
"Good bye." He stepped out, with Hisoka smirking at
them.
*****
"Weren't you harsh on them?" Hisoka smirked over his
wine glass.
"This is none of their business." Kurapika said
coldly. "So, what do you have to say?"
"Are you aware ? that the spider has a very evil plan
in store for the coming auction? The red eyes are, of
course, included." Hisoka wet his lips with his
tongue.
Kurapika shrugged, "I have thought about that. How
can I get it back for my employer?"
Hisoka frowned, "I don't really know? he left a memo
for me saying what I'm going to do and others?"
"Well, what did it say?"
"I left it at home ? would you like to come over?"
Hisoka smiled suggestively. He definitely liked the
idea of Kurapika at his place ? on his bed, with no
clothes, looking incredibly sexy.
"Don't play games with me, Hisoka." Kurapika said in a
hard voice.
It just made Hisoka desire him more. It was time to
give in to this angel, for a price of course.
"Okay, I'll tell you, but ? you have to tell something
in return."
"What do you want to know?"
"Do you like that girl, Senritsu?"
Kurapika stared at him. "Where did you get that
idea?"
"I know she likes you. You know she likes you. The
question is do you like her?" Hisoka grinned. It was
time for the closed boy to open his thoughts.
"Do I? I ? think she is better than most women. She
is sensitive and strong in what she believes in.
However, in the sexual manner ? I cannot think about
it. She is a friend." Kurapika managed to say, after
some thought.
"Well said." Hisoka clapped. "Now, I'll give you a
little clue. The red eyes that you might eventually
own might be a forgery if all turns out well. Do not
be fooled by the violence that seems to come your way.
I will not be personally involved ?"
"Death to the spider." Kurapika mumbled. "That's nice
to hear. What will Quoll do?"
"He is worried over the problem you show yourself to
be, my dear." Hisoka drawled. "He wants your power ?
or your corpse."
"And I will give them an early grave." Kurapika smiled
a killer's smile, not a smile of an innocent boy.
Hisoka smiled, "Let us toast to the grave where we
will spit on. May we cover them in dust and blood."
Kurapika nodded, "May we torture them until they
experience a hundred deaths."
They clinked their goblets and drank to their wishes,
to their partnership.
To others, they looked like business partners, having
an amiable meeting.
To others, they looked like lovers.
To others, they looked like an innocent boy and a man
who wants to take advantage of youth.
To them, they were Kurapika and Hisoka. And that
explained everything.
*****
Kurapika closed his eyes. He was in Hisoka's house.
Not without his consent.
Hisoka observed the boy, "What are you doing?"
"Remembering the dead."
"Cheerful."
After an hour of Hisoka building a pyramid and of
Kurapika meditating, Kurapika opened his eyes.
"Hisoka?"
"Yes?" Hisoka whispered, laying the last card on the
pile.
"Do you desire me?"
Hisoka turned, surprised at the question, "I suppose.
Why do you ask?"
Kurapika shrugged, "I remembered Senritsu."
"Oh." Hisoka turned back to his pyramid. He got
another deck and prepared to make the pyramid a bigger
one.
"Hisoka, why do you desire me?"
"Kurapika, Kurapika." Hisoka looked at him, "You are
truly innocent in this. Why do I breathe? Because I
have to. Air is something I must take in. Why do I
want you? Because I have to. Not desiring someone as
desirable as you is insanity. You are everything that
anyone could ask for, beauty and brains. I want you
in the worst way possible."
"What about love?"
Hisoka laughed, "Why, Kurapika, are you growing a
soul? Love is a myth, for the hopeless. I cannot say
I love you, however if I have to say that I love
someone, then it would be you. I care for you is
enough deepness for me."
Hisoka stood up, "You are acting strange. Is it that
girl?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know, either. However, love is something
that people can't afford."
"Why?"
"Because ? love, like everything in this world, is
just a pawn. Someone says he loves you, then he has
power over you." Hisoka sighed, "Why are we having
this conversation? This is unlike you, my innocent."
"I don't know." Kurapika sighed. "I am going to
sleep."
"Youth." Hisoka snorted. "Do you want me to sleep
with you?"
"Do what you want." Kurapika said. "I'm sleeping at
the spare bedroom, okay?"
"Do what I want?" Hisoka smiled, "Dangerous words,
Kurapika. I will do what I want."
Then, he stood up and walked over to the blond. "Let
me carry you to the master's bedroom."
*****
A naked boy on the blankets is a very good thing to
wake up to.
Hisoka, who was naked himself, stretched and walked to
his camera. It took one thousand pictures of Kurapika
in the course of the night. Good.
"What will you do with them?" Kurapika asked.
Hisoka offered a rare sincere smile. "I will post
them on my wall. Adds to my collection."
"Just don't show them to anyone." Kurapika muttered.
"Of course not. I wouldn't do that." Hisoka said,
with some indignance.
Kurapika rolled in the sheets. "Umm ? nice room."
"Like the design?"
The design was Kurapika. There were a lot of Kurapika
posters and pictures ? from the hunter exam to last
night's. Some were decent while some weren't.
"What do you do with these?" Kurapika gestured at the
walls.
"I just admire them and caress them, wishing they were
really you, sweet."
Kurapika nodded. Then, he stood up. "I have to go
back. I have a job."
Hisoka nodded, "Of course you do, so do I. When would
you like to meet again?"
"Call me if you have any news." Kurapika said, getting
dressed in casual clothes from Hisoka's closet.
"See you, then. Tell your friends I said hi."
Kurapika shrugged.
Hisoka watched his retreating back. Such a beautiful
boy. Such an aloof boy.
*****
"Where did you get those clothes?" Bashou asked,
eyeing the baggy clothes on their leader.
"From Hisoka." Kurapika grunted, closing the door.
"I have a question." Skuwala said, "Did you sleep with
him?"
Kurapika thought for a while, "What do you mean,
sleep?"
Bashou snorted, "You know, had sex."
"No."
"You said the truth." Senritsu said. "What did you
do?"
"Slept."
Bashou nodded, "Oookay ? what did Hisoka do?"
Kurapika shrugged. "I think he took pictures."
"Of you?" Skuwala's eyes widened, "Is he a
photographer?"
"I would like to see those pictures." Senritsu eyed
Kurapika.
"If he would let you."
Bashou was very suspicious of this, "Did you have
clothes?"
"In some."
Skuwala and Senritsu choked in their saliva.
"What!!!??? You posed naked for that pervert?"
Skuwala practically shouted.
Kurapika shrugged, "It doesn't matter."
"Why?" Senritsu finally shouted. "Why don't you care?
I know you think more about death and vengeance, but
what about your life? Why don't you care?"
Kurapika looked at her blankly, "Why are you
shouting?"
Senritsu was so flustered ? "Because ? I care about
you, even if you think you don't matter. You're my
friend. I think Hisoka is just taking advantage of
you. You are so pretty that he can't help but play
with you."
"Oh." Kurapika said flatly. "Are you jealous?"
"Yes! But that is not the issue. The fact that you
are being defiled is!"
Kurapika closed his eyes and thought of Gon, Killua
and Leorio. They were his friends ? strange as the
thought is. He can just imagine their words?
"Hey! Are you listening?" Bashou shook his shoulders.
Kurapika opened his eyes and smiled. It was a sincere
smile that took their breath away. "Yes, I am
listening." He looked at them, at Bashou, a rough,
smart guy. He looked at Skuwala, a dependable person.
He looked at Senritsu, a sensitive, nice girl.
"Thank you for caring. I can take care of myself,
though, and I trust Hisoka."
He stood up and hugged each of them. At Senritsu's
turn, her heart beat so loudly, her ears almost hurt.
He smelled so good ?
"Thank you, Senritsu." Kurapika said, kissing her
forehead.
She blushed. "You're welcome, Kurapika. We're
friends, right?"
Kurapika smiled again, "Yes." He straightened
himself, "Is Miss Neon awake?"
"I guess not." Skuwala mumbled. "That brat likes
sleeping until noon."
Kurapika nodded, "I'll check in on her." Then, he
left.
*****
"What do you think?" Bashou asked the two.
Senritsu shrugged, "I don't know, however, I hope he
doesn't let Hisoka take pictures of him again."
Skuwala nodded, "But I wouldn't mind seeing them. I
bet he looks really sexy and innocent."
Bashou nodded, "I guess, but I guess Hisoka will just
hide them for himself. ? Not that I want to see it."
"Sure." Skuwala smiled.
"I like his smile." Senritsu added. "When he smiles,
the world is okay."
Yes. I love his smile, too.
***the end***
YES! Done! Really corny and weird. I love Kurapika
so much I hurt. It is so weird. I want him paired
with Leorio, Killua, Hisoka, and Senritsu! Anyway,
thanks for reading.